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Doug Gunderson Poems
The American Dream
Fifty is coming fast and hard Forcing me to become reflective. But how does one judge their life Without being too subjective?
Let The Poison Out
Words scribbled on a tablet’s page Can sometimes mean so much They can convey a happy thought Or contain a lover’s touch.
Conversation With An Iguana
Hello my fine reptilian friend May I share this beach with you? We both like this tropical sun And we have nothing to do.
You’re gone my love, so you can’t see All the fun she has with me. We do dishes, take a bath Use M&Ms to teach her math.
Alternative Universal Declination
So many things I could have done And so many things I should of But what we do is who we are Defined by who and what we love.
Winter Won’t Leave
Winter will not leave us It insists that it should stay The calendar says mid-April, But it will not go away.
Highway Fourteen leads to Yellowstone I’m reminded all of the time, Hop in the car and head out west And get me some peace of mind.
A drunkard wants to taste every drink A gambler hopes to make another bet I yearn to see what I have not seen Travel to where I have not been yet.
Both my kids are Franklin kids And that they’ll always be Even though he’s twenty six And she’s almost thirty.
I’m Jonesing for that high again. But not sure when it will come Can’t find it in a powdered form Or in a bottle of rum.
Goodbye My Love
I found the letter that you wrote me Filled with vitriol and hate I should have saved it for later But I guess I couldn’t wait.
Walking With A Two Year Old
Pink lines are for jumping And ledges must be balanced on. And it’s always fun to hear “Come on Grandpa! Come on”
Sunday Night Sonnet
Here it is, eight P.M. on a Sunday night This hectic weekend’s slowly winding down. I reach for the switch to turn out the light As you change into you comfy night gown.
The Four Greatest Words
Even better than “I love you” And “you are welcome here” Are the four greatest words When spoken so sincere
Comments about Doug Gunderson
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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The American Dream
Fifty is coming fast and hard
Forcing me to become reflective.
But how does one judge their life
Without being too subjective?
Money? Power? Fortune and Fame?
Job titles and a fancy car?
Each of us has a benchmark
To make us proud of who we are.
A big bank account sure would be nice
Or maybe a bit more fame,
But I ambled down a different path
And I played a different game.
My poems have not won awards
And my novel’s still not done;
But success has come to me
And in this game I have won.
My house and car are paid for
I have money in the ...